Skipping out of school as soon as the clock turned three, Molly swung her bag back-and-forth as she skipped toward the hotel, humming one of the Indian songs Grandma Suresh had taught her during her time in Chennai. It was weird, though, being in the same school with kids who could drive when she couldn't. It didn't bother her much, though; she was quite content with the friends she did have, though she missed her friends in Chennai terribly, regardless of their ages.
Noticing a teenager standing there like a deer in headlights, she walked over to him, knitting her brows together. "Hello..."
I never know what to say to kids. It might be because I was an only child, of course it was different now that I had thought I was going to be a father for a while.
"Uh...hi. Can you tell me where I am? Is this like, the Junior High or something?" It didn't look like the one I went to.
"Um," she shifted one foot and then the other, awkwardly, "This is some town where you go when you need to find something." As awkwardly as she shifted her feet, she gave an awkward shrug. She wasn't all too sure where she was at, either, and she's been here since October. "But this is a school, for everyone. Like, if you're in High School, Middle School, or Elementary, you come here. It's really, really small."
Noticing a teenager standing there like a deer in headlights, she walked over to him, knitting her brows together. "Hello..."
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"Uh...hi. Can you tell me where I am? Is this like, the Junior High or something?" It didn't look like the one I went to.
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And really, why was I in a rush to get home anyway? It wasn't like I had any friends there. But I did kinda miss my mom.
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